"Good-bye," she said, kissing her, "dear, dear Peggy. Oh, Bertram, I have heard such a wonderful story!"
"Indeed?"
"Yes," Peggy said from the doorway, "Miss Primrose is the same enthusiast she used to be when I went to school to her."
"It is like a novel," declared Letitia; "but we must go. You must forgive me for keeping you so long away—from your newer friends."
"It is nothing," was the answer. "I'm so glad you came."
"Remember your promise, Peggy!"
"Oh yes—my promise," Peggy murmured. "Good-bye, Miss Primrose. Good-bye, doctor. Good-bye. Good-bye."
The carriage-door had scarcely closed upon us when Letitia seized my arm.
"Bertram," she said, "it is a story! I thought it was only in books that such things happened. I would not have missed this visit for the world!"